Her body still thrumming with electricity after taking her own pleasure in front of Sergei just moments ago, Sam headed down to join the rest of their dojo for dinner. She truly had no idea how she was going to manage to behave around him in public that night. Even now, it was all she could do to keep her cool, when all she wanted to do was grab him and drag him back upstairs.
When she reached the hotel lounge, she quickly spotted their motley crew towards the back. They were crammed into one of the large circular booths, with a few people seated on chairs on the outside. It was a loud, rowdy bunch and everyone was clearly having a good time.
She caught Sergei's gaze and saw the pleasure at her arrival spark in his eyes. He was seated at the outside end of the bench, next to Julie and Chloe. Walking up to the table, she greeted everyone.
"Hi guys! Looks like a party here! Give me a second and I'll grab another chair."
Julie protested immediately.
"Don't be silly! There's plenty of room! We can slide over and squeeze you in here, so the waitstaff have more room to work. But let me out first - I need to run to the ladies' room for a moment before we order."
"I need to go, too, Mom." Chloe said.
With that, Sergei stood up and let the two of them out, motioning to Sam that she should be seated first. He clearly wasn't about to sit down while she was still standing. She loved his old-school manners.
Slipping on to the bench and sliding around, she found herself at the very back of the circular bench, next to Zoey. Smiling brightly at the girl, she found herself quickly drawn into conversation as Sergei sat down by the edge of the bench, leaving plenty of space between them. She smothered a grin at his efforts to make things easier for both of them.
Zoey looked at her earnestly at one point and said "You looked taller walking in, Sam. Are you actually wearing heels?"
"Yup!" Sam agreed brightly.
"I felt like going girly tonight. I love these shoes - they're my kind of high heel. Cool and not super fussy."
Zoey peeked under the table and then grinned back at Sam.
"I love them! They're funky and cute. They're pretty high, though. Are they comfortable?"
"Super comfy," Sam enthused. "Like wearing sneakers."
At that moment, Julie arrived at the table. Sergei made to stand, but Julie waved him down and shooed him further in so they would take the edge, since Chloe hadn't yet returned. Before she sat, she joined the conversation.
"What's like sneakers?"
Zoey smiled at her.
"Sam's shoes. Check them out! They're so cute and even have high heels. I never thought I'd see Sam in heels!"
"This I have to see!" Julie joked.
Sam turned towards her and stretched her feet out so her shoes were visible under the edge of the table and Julie could see. Lifting a foot, she turned it slightly back and forth to show Julie her shoe.
"Wow!" Julie exclaimed, "those are awesome! Wherever did you get them?"
Julie grabbed Sam's ankle and dragged her foot closer for a better look, sliding Sam along the bench until her leg was draped over Sergei's lap between them.
Sam had to move quickly to bring the other leg up, so she wasn't flashing any skin, and she heard Sergei's quick inhalation as her bare legs slid across his lap. His hand caught the inside of her knee in a lightning fast caress, before he raised both hands as if in surrender up in front of him.
He looked around at the others at the table and saw that no one seemed to think anything was weird about this. Everyone was just laughing at Sam's now undignified sprawl.
"Um, Julie?" Sam interjected, "Can I have my foot back now?"
Julie looked up and saw that Sam was now reclined on the bench, holding herself up awkwardly with her hands, and her legs laying across Sergei's lap. Sergei, for his part, was making a hilarious show of holding his hands up and away from Sam's bare legs, and the rest of the table was cracking up.
"Ohmigod, Sam! I'm so sorry!" Julie cried.
"I practically pulled you out of the booth. Lucky Sergei was there or you'd have ended up on the floor. Goodness, I am sorry! You know me and shoes - sometimes I get carried away."
Sam managed to resettle herself properly in her seat just as Chloe returned to the table. She laughed at Julie and assured her she wasn't mad at all. It had been very funny, after all. Just, now her skin was tingling and she was highly alert to Sergei pressing next to her on the bench as Julie and Chloe both sat down on his other side.
She turned her attention to the others and forced herself to engage in conversation.
As the chatter flowed around the table, she became aware of what Sergei had been talking about when he mentioned the young men.
She detected a lot more direct attention from the three teenagers, and she noted that they weren't always looking at her face when they talked to her. She wasn't offended, she had a lot of experience with people talking to her chest, but it did make her aware that Matt, Derek and Will were closer to men than boys. They would likely see things the younger students wouldn't. She should remember that, for Sergei's sake.
The last thing she wanted to do was compromise him in any way with his students or the organization.
The group was all hungry and decided on a wide selection of things to share. Appetizers, small plates, and a number of large entrées that would split easily soon loaded their table.
They all dug in eagerly; the hotel was known for their restaurant and everything looked delicious. Everyone started eating and continued laughing and talking as they recapped what they had seen during the day and what they had learned.
Sergei was managing to chat easily with everyone, once he had recovered from having Sam yanked almost into his lap.
He was glad Julie had been so distracted by Sam's shoes, because when she had pulled Sam's leg over him, Sergei had caught a tantalising glimpse of Sam's pussy and had been rock hard even before she'd managed to bring her legs together. A quick grab of her knee, and he'd positioned Sam's leg to hide the evidence of his arousal, but he was suffering. It took the immediate placement of his napkin in his lap and a serious focus on the conversation to bring his body back under control.
"Sam! You've got to try these!" Derek said from across the table.
He held out a plate with some small, phyllo-wrapped appetizers and an eager smile.
"They're brie and cranberry. You know you wanna..."
